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A Week Past Pessimism

A week past pessimism 
here I sit,
remembering weakly
Days and dreams 
false hopes and prophets
ineptitude and missed ambition.

but now, I tell myself,
remember now no more,
cast aside each fett'ring weight; 
and paint the future
if u can
with the untamed neon 
or colors far beyond this spectrum.

yes, still sit 
in the grey September rain 
still wash and founder in 
its long wet grass 
still fling your longing wildly 
into its wind,
but run:

into the night
into tomorrow 
into the freeing, rain washed blue 
and fall into the sky.
as trees flash out in glory 
from the last burnt lights of summer,
flash out yourself
in untamed colors 
far beyond this spectrum.

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Meat of Memories

This is the meat of memories,
the cloth of stories told:
the heisted fence,
the scuttled gate,
an entry forced,
by license of impressionistic poets
flashed and answered by the night.
The sunken grounding,
the moon burnt page,
and breath of Brooklyn
stalking down the lights 
on cemetery hill.

Far dim the stars to near Manhattan
celestial majesty obscured by our contrivance.
I the canvass, these the paints.
I the marker, on the mausoleum
undertaking to preserve
of thawing memories the meat.

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Evanescence

Half a sight in memory 
And half a day in past.
A southern, warming, golden wind
And cool green ice’s flash.

Your feet are light as angels
Your steps converse with wings.
A walk like thunder, twice as strong,
The rhythm ardor brings. 

Your laugh the work of summer
Your words the breath of spring. 
The Evanesce of melting ice,
The song that sunshine sings. 

Step carefully my love
Your feet the weight of light,
For its my heart on which you stand
And not the melting ice.

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Blue Skies Over Babylon: Hurricane Within My Heart

Blue skies over Babylon

and a howling concrete wilderness without my ear.
the burning sidewalk, fierce-burnt signs
direct the play and name the motion 
controlling monsters and machines. 
the brakes and engines dull the day
and diesel-brickface slaps my seven senses.
while all hang weakly
my heart and face below the limb.

Hurricane in my Heart

it’s still cool here. and afterward,
like soft grey rain upon a silent beach.
the flat grey slabs, unmoved are stretching 
perfectly along the world’s back
as far as left from right,
lining perfectly the minute spine of living.
still. and still I’m seated. hanging.
there’s no change here, except the color of the wind.

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Seize the Day, Or Die Regretting

good morning. If, in fact, it is so. 
i cannot quite yet tell,
but if its not, ill make it be,
or at least some other such.

Any rate, i must,
for the vertical joy calls to me so loudly 
at so many of my doors
that i must give in 
and heed the brightness of the day,
which begs to set my mind at dancing.

Seize the day, or die regretting.
Well then it looks like die i never shall,
for though i haven't often seized it,
today i have. And its not
yet much past breakfast.

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Ainmosninsomnia

Monuments of tired eyes
wall up before my face.
collapsing ranks of sane and civil thought
leave violence in their place. 

Drying wells of bitter peace
keep crying for my gaze
and clamor round my clanking cell
demanding rest from days.

My visions red and gray and
seven shades of stricken screaming black.
my thoughts are kiting high and taut 
stretched useless on the rack.

Why have you forsaken
and whats left for me to say
apart from turning short and faceless purpose 
towards the silent withered day.

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How Have I Decieved You

How have I deceived you?
You who walk as light as cornfields,
smiling somewhere after August.
You who shimmer like the heartbeat 
bloodline Oklahoma heatwaves one can almost hear.
You who sing September’s song of summer
rending twilight’s ending scandalous ablaze.

How have I deceived you?
You who walk, and sing, and shimmer?

I who read your fields, 
I who praise your heartbeat,
I who drop my work and 
listen far to quickly 
when your rising music calls. 

How have I deceived you, 
and how shall I make it clear?

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Deus Absconditus

Old sky, how high you lay 
up there, in your complacency
your faceless dome
your eyeless spread
your earless tomb.
how high you lay 
and how bitterly 
we see you there
lying in your terse complacency.
how bitterly we cry your name
and your language only guess.
your faceless dome
your eyeless spread 
your earless tomb.
Old sky, how high you lay
come down from your complacency 
come down Old sky, come down. 
how bitterly we weep
Old sky, come down.
how bitterly we cry your name,
and language only guess
Old sky, come down.

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Than Any Dawn Could Guess

I'm in love with the way 
the sun says to us goodbye.
In violent gentle rending rays.
I never knew the day
had been so grand
until I say its ending shades.
an ariel pink, a blue, 
a gaudy grey. 
and writhes of ever rising mist.
the rained drenched earth
the red drenched sky, a
sinking, sighing in the West. 
a screaming parting longing,
that promises far more 
than any dawn
could ever guess.
my heart is far too heavy 
with this splendor 
not to rise,
and promise in return,
for i'm in love with the way
the sun says to us goodbye.